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Aedomir · 2008-02-17T18:41:25Z

OK, I wrote this to get out of Writer's Block. It's the most random thing I've made written, but hey! :-D I will be introsucing more characters and I know its not vey long but I wrote it a few minutes ago :lol: This is the start of chapter one, I don't know if I will carry on or not. Dedicated to those who fought and died during the postal strike of 2007. Chapter One: Annual Meetings “Milkman!” He turned round, to see a tall figure, wearing a dark red T-shirt running towards him, carrying a rolled up newspaper. Milkman flinched a little before responding. “Postman… We meet again,” said Milkman, who stood with his dark blue cap, dark blue shirt, and generally dark blue everything else, narrowed his eyes upon the towering figure. Postman’s shadow disappeared into the black alley, as he moved towards Milkman tightening his grip on the paper. “Bend over, I’m goanna stick this newspaper in your letterbox…” “Let’s not be rash, put it down. Now.” Postman roared with laughter, and only raised his fist higher yet. “You asked for this,” murmured Milkman. His hands disappeared into his luminous blue cape and produced a large, glass, bottle. It shimmered under the cold street lights as he clenched it between both eager and waiting hands. Like a lightning bolt, Postman leapt past Milkman and hurdled himself into the deserted street. Silently his cape billowed in the wind. “One step closer and I’ll call Policeman.” Postman whimpered a little and dropped the newspaper. “You wouldn’t dare!” Now, it was Milkman’s turn to laugh. He gave a weak chortle, and clicked his fingers. The tarmac began to tremor violently under Postman’s feet. “What are you doing?” he cried, “what’s that?” Suddenly, something flickered in front of Milkman’s eyes. “Remember Bessie? You tortured her and fed her with second rate nuclear waste!” “I—but—what the!” Bessie, the radioactive cow burst into the streets, and hit Postman with a bang. He tumbled down and crashed into the drainpipe. Milkman looked up just in time, to see Postman scurry off into the nearby alleyway, tail between his legs. Smiling jovially, he moved over towards Bessie. Her skin gave off a bright green glow, and her fluorescent emerald eyes sparkled as they locked upon Milkman. One year to day that she bit him, and turned him from your local milkman; weird old men with dodgy vans, to Milkman; young and small with a speedy 20 mph Milk-mobile. Then, he met Postman. How he had obtained his mighty powers, no-one knows. Only Businessman, high up in the executive char in the sky. Thus began the Milk-Post war. Soon after, Milkman and Postman began ragin war with Roses, thus began the War of the Roses. ^ Ignore the last bit, I just added it :lol:

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Fri Feb 22, 2008 5:21 pm

Aedomir says... · Fri Feb 22, 2008 5:21 pm

Thanks for the review everyone, really appreciated. I doubt I will carry on, but you never know!

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1. Someone who believes their behaviour is right.
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Fri Feb 22, 2008 7:17 pm

*lilmisswritergal* says... · Fri Feb 22, 2008 7:17 pm

Hi Aedomir! Can I just say, what a totally random but hilarious story you created. I love Bessie the radioactive cow and the idea of just calling people by their 'occupational' names. Perhaps this could be a warning to the government if thy don't start paying out for all the different strikes. That makes me sound seriously boring, I know, but I love the story! I just LOVE IT!
I can't find any mistakes, but when and IF I do, which I doubt, I will let you know.

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